A Poem
When you looked at meIt felt like that first day of JuneOh that June…When you kissed me,under that…
Hello.You are old now.Now I seeYou were nevera child.Not with me.
if I could go to a place, a place where I am truly happy with you would I just fall just to look at you if I could be in…
Do not close this book just yet I’ve got more grief to giveI’m not ready to leave this yetDo you have it…
I am a bodyI am a form.Dissolving into something.I say nothingBut think of the past…